Ebony, ‘The Go-Getter’

You hit the status quo hard in the face
Fell on the comforting chest of daddy, for a lean
And shredded apart the crust to extract your gold;
You are the ‘huntress’ whose footsteps are carved eternally on the floor of the wildest forest–

You dreamt
Woke from sleep to trace its path
And alas,
Plucked it before the night’s arrival